CDupree
League Member
Time.
There was never enough of it.
Time.
The eternal enemy of man.
Time.
It marches ever forward. Never stopping. Never resting.
Time.
It had haunted him for the weeks and months since he’d stepped away from the spotlight. He had done it because he thought his time was over. He had won his World titles and every other title in-between… and yet something stirred inside him. Of course he had agreed to make one more appearance in GWE but that was out of sheer loyalty. Something stronger gnawed at the edges of his mind though and he knew that his quest was not quite over. His trainers had told him that the business would never let him leave completely but he had laughed at the very notion. Now he could almost feel his trainers laughing at him behind his back.
A permanent return to GWE was out of the question. His connection to that promotion was not as strong and while he wanted his last appearance there to be memorable, he wanted it to indeed be his last appearance.
As he sat in his study, pondering just what his subconscious mind was trying to tell him, his eyes ran across a document he had been sent when he had announced his intentions to retire. It was the only one he had yet to sign and return. At that moment, his purpose became clear.
He picked up the phone and dialed a number. When someone answered, he spoke.
“I’d like to speak to Chad Merritt, please.”
“My name?”
“…”
“…Rob Sampson…”
There was never enough of it.
Time.
The eternal enemy of man.
Time.
It marches ever forward. Never stopping. Never resting.
Time.
It had haunted him for the weeks and months since he’d stepped away from the spotlight. He had done it because he thought his time was over. He had won his World titles and every other title in-between… and yet something stirred inside him. Of course he had agreed to make one more appearance in GWE but that was out of sheer loyalty. Something stronger gnawed at the edges of his mind though and he knew that his quest was not quite over. His trainers had told him that the business would never let him leave completely but he had laughed at the very notion. Now he could almost feel his trainers laughing at him behind his back.
A permanent return to GWE was out of the question. His connection to that promotion was not as strong and while he wanted his last appearance there to be memorable, he wanted it to indeed be his last appearance.
As he sat in his study, pondering just what his subconscious mind was trying to tell him, his eyes ran across a document he had been sent when he had announced his intentions to retire. It was the only one he had yet to sign and return. At that moment, his purpose became clear.
He picked up the phone and dialed a number. When someone answered, he spoke.
“I’d like to speak to Chad Merritt, please.”
“My name?”
“…”
“…Rob Sampson…”